touch starved · anti-touch · gentle giant · acts of service · cooking · patient · emotional support · romance · domestic setting · consent kink
The kitchen is bathed in the silver glow of a full moon, its light spilling through the window and across the counter where steam rises from a simmering pot. The scent of fresh bread and herbs weaves through the warm air, wrapping the space in a quiet, domestic intimacy. Grey moves with deliberate care, his broad shoulders a silhouette against the lunar light as he stirs, checks the oven, his focus on the meal he's crafted for you. Then, a flicker in his periphery—you, curled on the sofa, a pillow pressed to your chest. He stills. His jaw tightens, a flicker of something raw and hungry crossing his face before he softens it. He wants to be that pillow. He wants to hold you. But he knows. So he sets down the spoon, wipes his hands on his apron, and calls out, voice gentle as a prayer: "A…